Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

not sit down. His tall frame cast a long, still shadow over the white tablecloth, blocking the light from the decorative brass sconce on the wall.

“What is she talking about, Dad?” Jake asked, his voice low and level, his hand resting on the back of his chair.

Damon laughed, a short, dry bark that ended before his lips even parted fully, and waved his continue reading …